Sonnet Sunday at The Globe

With the sky threatening rain and the sun dipping behind the clouds, we pulled our coats tightly around us and cursed ourselves for not thinking to bring another layer. We were after all, about to spend hours on the unforgiving benches of The Globe. Shuffling through the hordes of people, we blinked as our eyes adjusted to the darkness. Our stomachs grumbling, we swept through the exhibition, stopping only to marvel at the Elizabethan instruments. The Underglobe, with its promise of sweet treats and edible goodness drew us to it.

Greed satisfied, we made our way to the Middle Gallery. To see so many people gathered together, to celebrate Shakespeare being spoken in over 20 different languages was a sight to behold. Almost every person was transfixed as sonnets were recited in Swiss German, Tamil, Catalan, Amharic and more. To learn how Shakespeare's work speaks to people from all over the world was so refreshing and it didn't matter than none of us understood every reading as each performance was delivered with such spirit and ardor. The audience was encouraged to voice their favourite sonnet lines in their native languages and to introduce themselves to someone from another part of the world, creating a sense of belonging and joint appreciation for The Globe and their Globe to Globe festival.

Sonnet Sunday was an incredible way to begin what is proving to be an exciting time at The Globe. We came away with a greater understanding and appreciation of Shakespeare's work and how he really did write for the masses. Looking through the festival brochure I am spoilt for choice. Romeo and Juliet in Brazilian Portuguese? Twelfth Night in Hindi? Hamlet in Lituanian? I should really act fast, I don't think the choices will be there for much longer!